Tuesday, July 29, 2008


I have to start moving tomorrow. I am not happy about it. I am not done packing. I've got to say this was the best place by far I have ever lived. The location was so key, the house was nice and reasonable. And everyone is disbanding in many more than one way. I just really, really, really hate moving. The actual physical process. The emotional process. I moved two apartments last summer, between mine and the incapacitated ex. I was really hoping I wouldn't have to do it again until I left Pittsburgh.Nonetheless, I am looking forward to the new homosexual bachelor pad (..ok, Marcus is married) that is about to happen. Should be good times with good people all around.

Thursday, July 24, 2008


I've been looking through things. Through. Threw. Thrue. True. False. Fictchin.
Blazing Fictchin.
I t ' s the littlest things really.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Stuff white people like.

I can't decide if this is as tongue in cheek as I deeply hope it is. Nevertheless, and despite; Not funky white indie chicks trying to be funky, no makeup, bad art makeup circa ..never, no wiping off grease, headbands, scene-y apartment dance party, step dancing. I really like it. Especially and mostly the punchy chorus.

The Rubies - I Feel Electric

Edgar will be playing this soon for me.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

My Dad Told Me.

My dad told me a few years ago that if I asked him to marry me (and someone else, duh), he would. This was an unprovoked statement. As you can imagine, I certainly wasn't like "Dad...when I fall in love with the perfect guy...I wish you could marry us!" He was just letting me know. Letting me know that even though it would probably cost him his job, it was something he believed he should be able to do as an ordained minister, even if it wouldn't be legally binding.

I told him that if I did that, and he lost his job, who was going to pay for my drinking and photo supplies. He agreed. Thus far we haven't run into the issue.

Nonetheless, I just sent him this link, I think he'll enjoy it:


Saturday, July 12, 2008

Of the times.

Things have been alright.
Work has been absolutely crazy lately. There is a Curators Conference happening, which of course means that EVERYTHING is breaking. There is right now, at 10:45 am, a problem with EVERY projector we have. One was supposed to be back to us yesterday, but it isn't and the replacement/temporary projector's bulb is dead now, too. There's been lots of running around, and furious e-mail sending. Last night I got home at 6:30 and napped until nine. Jeff came over, and eventually Laura (who is in the V picture). We got crunk, and listened to records. I am amassing quite a nice record collection and I feel very happy about it. Also at work, one of the security guards ( who is extremely handsome) reveled to me that he went to my high school and graduated a year after me. Pity.
V-Neck, V-Shape, V-Gina

Edgar and little John after lil John discovering roommates having sex in kichen.
The rule was: do not break into/go up the water tower.
The other rule was, no confetti permitted in the buildings.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Boats. Creeping.

Yesterday was the fourth, if you didn't know. Went kayaking, drunkenly, etc. On the Allegheny. Cooked meat, ate it. With Claire and that whole lot. Greg and Randy were in town. Afterwards I rode to the Brillo, where a giant gay dance party was happening where everyone was gay and dancing. Ok. Not really. Butt alot of good homo's were there. Today is strange. I've got this stuff sitting in the back of my mind I have been trying to keep back there. But the longer I try, the harder it gets. I think it's creeping out today. I am going to have to occupy myself heavily.

I have to: Mail mom's and chloe's mix cds. Go to the hardware store (!!!) Re-plant my tomato in a bigger pot, and thusly move the basil to the old tomato pot. Perhaps that means planting something else in the old basil pot? Listening to musack all the while. I think Jeff is hanging out to. He's downstairs with Jesse. I am exceptionally gassy today. No pictures today, sorry.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Eat Your Sharon Lockhart Out. (Today at Work I)

The other day at work I:

New Work.

Hey. There is new work posted on my actual website, in the portfolio section.
It's kind of full frontal, but in good taste I assure you.
Check it out, let me know what you think.


Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Rye Whiskey, Rye Whiskey

Yesterday I took some time with Mr. Jazzy Boots Jeffikins Davis. He is moving soonish depending on when he can get a gig or work in NYC or touring. Shouldn't be hard, he's good. He needed headshots so we went out in between the rain showers and got some pretty nice shots. We got the "super saturated so my skin looks smooth and young" New York headshot, which is the au courant, apparently.

Anyway, I'm not posting any of those. These are some that I liked, that were obviously for me.

yes, that rules.

Despite, or in it.

Although this is supposed to be my photo blog, I am going to start writing on it more. I have tons of photo's I could put up, but never do. I think sometimes I have more than 1000 words to say. So an image simply will not do.

Despite being ditched, and booed at last night. Despite being generally round about depressed lately (methinks with all this rain, my depression light may need to make a summer emergence). Despite not really wanting to drink. I wound up at Take a Break with Edgrr and Marcus Kim. We wallowed in the incredibly unfortunate jukebox choices and drank accordingly. I once again woke around 6 this morning and wasn't to able to get back to full sleep. The lucid dreams I've been having are really wild. I've never had them before. Anyway. Despite even that, I am having a pretty relatively alright day at work. I just was apologized to for the "Boo"ing, and it's a fucking beautiful day. I hope I can keep this cheery demeanor through 5 o'clock.we'll see.